Chapter 629.

Chapter 629.

With this loud bang, the hearts of the onlookers on the top of the southern peak shook.

Someone muttered with a pale face:

“Two Vajra, and that even more powerful expert in the sky, Xu Yinluo is in danger in this battle.”

The crowd spiraled into silence, and even these Jianghu people who had a blind admiration for Xu Qi’an were able to see the form at hand.

“There’ll be other help, I guess.”

There was another comforting cry.

Rong took a deep breath, clenched her fists and pursed her lips, tension written all over her face.

Duke Liu sighed silently in his heart, worrying about Xu Yinluo while looking sideways at his master, wanting to say, See, this is why I’m not pursuing her.

Hibiscus is as preoccupied as he is, thinking of people he shouldn’t be thinking of.

The difference is that the one Rong Rong is thinking about is much more attainable.

However, the middle-aged swordsman tightly gripped his beloved saber and stared at the distant battlefield for an instant, not noticing his disciple’s inner changes.

At this time, Cao Qingyang and the others flew in the air and arrived at the top of the Southern Peak.

“Allies!”

A group of martial artists rushed to welcome them.

“Allied Master, is there any more help?”

“Can the old alliance master come out of the gate, we can’t let Xu Yinluo fight alone, he can’t beat so many experts.”

“What is that woman in the sky?”

A series of questions were thrown out and the crowd spoke up.

Cao Qingyang frowned and sat in silence at the edge of the cliff.

Xiao Yunu said in a deep voice:

“Silence!

“When has Xu Yinluo ever lost?”

A simple sentence seemed to have the effect of setting the tone, causing the surrounding cacophony to instantly subside.

They silently recalled Xu Yinluo’s rumors and deeds in their minds and found that he had indeed never lost.

Whether it’s a Buddhist fight, a rebellion in Yunzhou, defending the Jade Sunshine Pass alone, beheading a dimwitted ruler, etc.

He had actually never lost, as if he was the favorite of heaven and earth, and was blessed with good fortune.

The hibiscus girl let out a breath and loosened her clenched fists.

The women of the House of Ten Thousand Flowers surrounded their own master and clustered around her to watch the battle at the edge of the cliff.

“Wow.”

In the midst of the tumbling earth and debris, Xu Qi’an pulled himself out, his face unprecedentedly grave.

Whether it was the Vajra of Dufan, the Vajra of Difficulty, or the Rain Master Nalan Tianlu, they were all stronger than the current him, and if his cultivation was restored, he might be able to overpower one of them.

But it’s still too much of a stretch to have him one-on-three at the same time right now.

“They don’t know what I’m stalling for, this is my greatest advantage, a quarter of an hour, as long as I stall for a quarter of an hour, the old ally will be able to cooperate with me to kill them back when he comes out of the gate.

“Well, I’m not fighting alone either, I still have the Zhen Guo Sword and the Taiping Blade.”

His thoughts immediately stopped here, as dark clouds rolled overhead, and the water tank-thick thunder pillars would once again lead the way.

At the same time, Dongfang Wanrong once again probed her hand and unleashed a spell killing technique on him.

“Boom!”

Blazing blue-white lightning engulfed him.

Xu Qi’an appeared dozens of feet away and was not struck by the pillar of thunder; he had just avoided the effects of the spell-killing technique by virtue of his “luck”.

This kind of spell-killing technique cast without any medium would not only be less powerful, but also easily shielded, but Nalan Tianlu had previously allowed Xu Qi’an to be struck by virtue of the suppression of the Higher Glyphs.

This time, Xu Qi’an used his “luck” to make Nalan Tianlu hit a “miss”.

Then use the shadows to jump out of the way.

Just as he stood still, Du Nang Vajra had already finished running wildly, leaping with all his might, and under the “thrust” of the collapsing ground, he pounced on Xu Qi’an, his palm blade chopping at his neck.

“Son of Buddha, since you are unwilling to convert to Buddhism, then go reincarnate.”

The palm blades condensed qi, like the sharpest absolute divine weapons.

As a matter of fact, with Vajra Flesh’s physique, this slash was no different from the slash of a supreme divine weapon.

Even if a third grade martial artist was chopped, his defense would have to be broken.

The goal of the Vajra of Duo Nang was clear, to kill his head.

Third grade martial artists were known as indestructible bodies, but at the beginning of this realm, chopping off the head meant death. In the middle stage, the life force was precipitated and became thicker in order to compensate for this shortcoming.

However, if his head was decapitated and a seal was applied, the wulf would slowly exhaust his life force and perish completely as he continued to be reborn fruitlessly.

Dufan Vajra noiselessly appeared behind Xu Qi’an, similarly merging his palms like swords, stabbing at Xu Qi’an’s back, aiming for the heart.

Nalan Tianlu, who was controlling Dongfang Wanrong, once again opened his palms and cast the spell killing technique, and this time, he succeeded.

Xu Qi’an’s body was about to be covered by the shadows when he encountered an interruption, and the shadows faded like a tidal wave.

The three Transcendents joined forces to get a quick kill in one blow.

In the nick of time, a figure stepped on a flying sword, whistling like the wind, Li Lingsu, who was ambushed in the surrounding area, seized the opportunity to hold the Hun Tian mirror in his hand, and granted permission to the Seven An, the two vajra.

Du Fan and Du Nhan’s bodies stiffened abruptly, their eyes appearing momentarily confused as their heavenly souls were forcefully yanked halfway out.

The force seemed to follow through and didn’t make it.

But this gave Xu Qi’an a ray of respite, as he calmly sidestepped and dodged out of the two palm blades, spinning and transforming into a windmill at the same time.

The Zhen Guo Sword and the Taiping Blade swept across.

当当当当刀刃风暴在两名金刚脖颈斩出刺目的火星，终于，“噗”的一声，度难和度凡的脖颈割裂，暗金色的鲜血喷涌而出。

Dark golden blood spilled down, but any grass or trees that touched the blood of Vajra quickly withered.

The effect of the Heavenly Soul leaving the body passed in an instant, and when the two Vajra saw that they had lost their head start, they covered their necks and retreated.

And by this time, Li Ling Su had already fled far away.

He cleverly escaped the range covered by the dark clouds to avoid being killed by Nalan Tianlu’s thunderous strike.

“Don’t recognize me. Don’t recognize me.”

Li Lingsu stepped on his flying sword and weaved through the dense forest, using the trees to conceal his figure.

“I haven’t had time to disguise myself yet, damn Xu Qi’an, I shouldn’t have saved you. Isn’t it a sign of justice for scum to die in a heavenly calamity.”

Li Ling Su muttered while fleeing into the distance.

“Xu Yinluo broke Vajra’s flesh.”

This scene could be described as a peak in the eyes of the crowd of spectators at the Southern Peak, and their eyes lit up.

Cao Qingyang and the others’ faces were no longer tight.

At least they knew that Xu Yinluo had a chance of winning and wasn’t just going to take a beating.

Rong Rong was joyful in her heart, when she suddenly realized that the master beside her, her body stiffened, staring blankly into the distance, her expression seemingly joyful, sad and angry.

Rong Rong followed her gaze, it was the very same mountain where the man flying with the imperial sword had just disappeared.

That person just now, seemed somewhat familiar . Rong Rong frowned slightly, the distance was too far away for her to see that person’s gaze.

“Master?”

Rong asked in a low voice.

The beautiful woman, long past forty, snapped out of it and shook her head to indicate she was fine, but didn’t seem to want to talk.

“Beggar Happiness Danxiang, you manipulate the nearby beasts to look for traces of Li Lingsu. White Tiger, you can ride the wind and are the fastest, once Beggar Happiness Danxiang finds a trace of that stinking Taoist, immediately reveal your true form and lead us in pursuit.”

Seeing that Li Ling Su was like a divine warrior, Liu Hongmu, who nearly changed the battle situation, hurriedly gave orders.

White Tiger and the others didn’t have an opinion, Liu Hongmu’s suggestion was right up their alley.

“Giggle.”

Xu Qi’an licked a mouthful of the dark golden blood on the Zhen Guo Sword, and his eyes lit up with joy.

“What a dense power of adamantine, if I can drink the blood of one of you dry, my adamantine divine power will be accomplished.”

When the Vajra Divine Power is cultivated to the level of great accomplishment, the skin color and blood will turn a dark golden color, and the essence blood contains the Vajra Divine Power.

Cao Qingyang absorbing his essence blood and possessing the Vajra Divine Skill was an example.

“Arrogant!”

Duo Nang Vajra drank.

Jin Gang did not possess the ability to regenerate the flesh and blood of martial artists, despite their extremely strong vitality Xu Qi An was about to capitalize on this advantage.

The “Oriental Wanrong” in the sky once again opened her arms, this time not at the Seven Angels, but at the two Vajra.

One could only see gusts of blood light rising from the bodies of Du Nhan and Du Fan Vajra, and the blood and flesh on the horrific wounds that had been cut out by the Taiping Blade and the Zhen Guo Sword wriggled and healed quickly.

Hemalurgy!

This was the ability of a Ninth Grade Blood Spiritist.

To stimulate the potential of a target or oneself, usually used to create humongous, painless dead soldiers.

Nalan Tianlu had stimulated the life force of the two Vajra, allowing their self-healing ability to increase in a short period of time, comparable to a third grade martial artist.

“That’s a tough one, with the fancy wizard tactics. Ten minutes to go.”

Xu Qi’an inhaled deeply to calm his emotions.

After helping Degree of Difficulty Fan recover from his injuries, Nalan Tianlu was no longer just an aid as he made a seal with both hands and summoned a shadow from heaven and earth.

This shadowy figure had a blurred face with a vertical eye vaguely visible on its forehead, its upper body was a human and its lower body was a serpent body, a Demon Race.

In terms of blood relationship, this silhouette was the grandfather of the great demon Candle Nine.

A snake demon with divine and demonic blood.

He was beheaded in the Northeastern Wasteland by Rainmaker Nalan Tianlu four hundred years ago.

After summoning the shadow, “Dongfang Wanrong” raised her hand, and a streak of lightning struck down from the clouds, weaving a thunder spear in her palm.

“Xu Qi’an, Wei Yuan first beheaded my flesh and then killed my only son.”

“Oriental Wanrong” looked down at him and said slowly:

“He died in Jing Shan City, a cycle of karma. But my revenge has not yet been avenged, and you were his most relied upon junior, so I will behead you today!”

Holding a thunder spear, she swooped down, carrying countless fine arcs of electricity.

At the same time, Duo Nhan and Duo Fan Vajra transformed into golden shadows and attacked on the left and right.

“Sooner or later, I’m going to step on Jing Shan City, decapitate the Sorcerer God, and break the suppression of your sorcerer’s inheritance!”

Xu Qi’an bellowed.

The Floating Pagoda shook and bloomed with blinding golden light as a supreme and powerful aura, permeated with supreme majesty, descended and exerted itself on Dongfang Wanrong.

Interrupting her airy dive.

Dang it!

During this gap, Xu Qi’an wielded his sword and engaged in a physical fight with the two vajra.

The Divine Anomaly of a Huanjin martial artist allowed him to easily defend himself against two Vajra’s attacks with one mind.    The superb endurance and vitality of his immortal body, on the other hand, allowed him to recover in an instant even after taking a heavy punch from a vajra as long as he avoided having his head decapitated, and his endurance was several times more powerful than that of a Buddhist vajra.

On the contrary, the two vajra, fine sword marks quickly appeared on their bodies, just like a normal person being cut through the skin by a small knife, although it was a flesh wound, it was dripping with blood.

This was as far as the Zhen Guo Sword could go.

Jin Gang’s physical body defense was stronger than a Third Grade Martial Artist of the same realm.

Behind Dongfang Wanrong, that shadow, the vertical eye in the center of the brow trembled continuously, and in a moment, a dark light suddenly shot out, hitting the Faustus Pagoda.

The majestic aura appeared to stagnate, and immediately afterward, Dongfang Wanrong probed her hand and cast a spell killing spell on the Floating Pagoda.

When!

The interior of the Floating Pagoda emitted a huge tremor, ringing out a sound like a crashing bell.

Spell kill spells can be applied to artifact spirits as well.

After the spell-killing technique took effect, Nalan Tianlu didn’t fight this magic treasure to the death and wielded his Thunder Spear, fiercely lashing at the tower’s body.

In a loud “Dang” sound, the golden light collapsed into light debris, and the Faustus Pagoda flipped and flew out, collapsing a mountain peak in the distance, and millions of tons of rocks and dirt splashed, making a huge sound.

This is the Transcendental War.

“The mountain has collapsed.”

The crowd in the Southern Peak looked dumbfounded, clearly experiencing their own insignificance.

The Floating Pagoda could only hold back, unable to meet a Second Grade . Xu Qi’an’s heart flinched, despite never having underestimated Nalan Tianlu, the Rain Master, the other party’s display of battle prowess was still frightening.

This is the real powerhouse that can kill him.

At his peak state, Nalan Tianlu was a rainmaker of the peak of the second grade.

After losing his physical body, his cultivation level dropped slightly, but a sorcerer’s main power came from his genjutsu, so the decline was not much.

But Xu Qi’an was instead glad that he was a sorcerer, not a martial artist, or a sword cultivator like Luo Yu Heng, as the latter two were known for their power to kill.

Sorcerers, on the other hand, are known for their guile and command, and the battlefield is their home turf, where the art of combat is weaker.

(onom.) nuisance

The thunder spear chopped down from the top of his head, and Xu Qi’an’s body quickly “dissolved” in the lightning, emerging from the shadows of the trees dozens of feet away.

As soon as Xu Qi’an landed on the ground, Nalan Tianlu seemed to have predicted where he would land, and the virtual shadow above his head fiercely looked sideways, the vertical eye on his forehead shooting out crow’s light.

It hit him solidly, dissolving the flesh and blood in his chest, and hitting him with a frozen solidity.

“In the presence of trigonometry, your shadow jumps have long been under my control.”

Nalan Tianlu faintly said.

At this time, the Vajra of Duo Nang spread out his palm, and there was a smear of blood there.

Xu Qi’an’s blood.

This was something that Duo Nang Vajra had deliberately collected during the exchange just now.

Nalan Tianlu’s fingertips gently wiped and stained with blood, unfolding his palm and aiming it at Xu Qi’an.

This time, it was a spell-killing spell using blood as the medium, a spell-killing spell cast by a second-grade rainmaker.

With the bit of a Second Grade Rainmaker, with the aid of flesh and blood, casting a spell killing technique on a Third Grade Martial Artist would not be a one-strike kill, but would at least cause him to be seriously injured on the spot.

The most crucial thing was that with the blood as the medium, and with the Rain Master’s position, it could effectively prevent Xu Qi’an’s “luck from being added to his body” and achieve a 100% hit rate.

Thump. In the midst of the slight earthquake, the two vajra naturally would not give up such a good opportunity and ran out furiously, one clenching his fist and striking at Xu Qi’an’s chest that was corrupted by the ebony light, and the other merging his palms like knives to cut off his neck.

The three Transcendent Realm powerhouses had once again joined forces to create a killing situation.

And this time, Li Ling Su didn’t get to show up.

Thumbs up!

The pages burned silently.

“Invalid!”

A clear light rose up from under Xu Qi’an’s feet, and his vast righteousness was added to his body, so that no evil could invade him.

The pages of paper gifted by Zhao Shou were inscribed with the mana of a peak Third Grade powerhouse.

The spell failed to take effect, and Xu Qi’an’s body “dissolved” and appeared in the distance.

Once again, he dodged certain death.

With a cultivation of the early third rank, he had tangled with two vajra and a rainmaker until now.

The spectators on the southern peak pinched a cold sweat for him.

The corners of the eyes of Du Nang Vajra jumped, and anger surged in his heart with difficulty.

Combining the strength of the three of them, they were actually slow to take him down as he got out of the trap again and again.

So difficult.

Shura Vajra folded his hands, “Amitabha Buddha!”

He calmed his heart’s agitated anger by chanting the Buddha’s name.

“There are still five minutes left, the Confucian spells will last for another two minutes, during this time, I don’t have to worry about Nalan Tianlu’s spell-killing technique, I can properly physically fight .”

Xu Qi’an carried the brass sword and the Taiping Blade and took the initiative to meet the three.

In this battle, there was no such thing as a battle between you and me, a battle in progress.

Because of the presence of Nalan Tianlu, a second grade rainmaker, as long as he caught and controlled him, Xu Qi’an passed away on the spot.

It’s like he’s walking a tightrope over a cliff and he could die at any moment.

This was the price of fighting off three Transcendents with one’s own strength.

And now, with the Confucian Haoran Zhengqi protecting his body, he was able to shield the Void Shadow’s Umbral Light and Spell Killing Technique, so at this point, Nalan Tianlu was the equivalent of a Third Grade Martial Artist (Soul Summoning).

He was only facing three third grade martial artists.

It is well known that martial artists are crude.

No need to be afraid!

The melee of the four thus began, Xu Qi’an, with the sharpness of the Taiping Blade and the Zhen Guo Sword, fought one against three, making the three foes pay the price in blood all the same, despite the incomparable woes of the fight.

Their fight caused a landslide that destroyed half the main peak.

This was still due to Xu Qi’an taking to the air from time to time, shifting the battlefield into the air.

Two minutes quickly passed, and the clear light draped around Xu Qi’an’s body dissipated.

Seeing this, Nalan Tianlu decisively withdrew from the battlefield, wiping his palm with the collected blood of Xu Qi’an and casting a spell-killing technique on him.

Thumbs up!

The pages burned, and the dissipating clear light rose again as the spell-killing spell failed.

Xu Qi’an fished out a stack of papers, biting into his mouth and laughing:

“You go on.”

The two Vajra burst into a rage.

“You underestimate me.”

Nalan Tianlu said indifferently, “Do you think that rain masters, can only call for wind and rain?”

“Isn’t it?”

Xu Qi’an asked rhetorically, happy to stall for time with conversation.

“That’s because you don’t know the nature of a Rain Master, the next rank of a Rain Master is a Grand Sorcerer, and a Grand Sorcerer is able to utilize the laws of heaven and earth to integrate themselves into the heavens and the earth, allowing the bits of heaven and earth to be used for them.

“It can even drain the power within this piece of heaven and earth, turning thousands of miles of fertile land into a desert. When a Rain Master can send down rain, he is in initial control of the power of heaven and earth.”

Nalan Tianlu sighed, “I lost my physical body, I didn’t want to forcefully invoke the power of this heaven and earth, it would cause me to suffer a backlash.”

He opened his arms and spoke in a deep voice:

“The wind comes!”

Hurricane winds were blowing in a hundred-mile radius of the Injun Mountain, and sand was flying.

“Come on Rain!”

In the territory of the Injun Mountains, dark clouds covered the sky, lightning flashed and thunder thundered, and pouring rain fell.

In the midst of this terrifying storm, Xu Qi’an saw trees wither rapidly, fertile soil appear sandy, and rocks decay The power of the five elements was stripped out and transformed into pure power that merged into Nalan Tianlu’s body.

He was like the master of this world.

The same tactic had been cast once when the Grand Sorcerer had dealt with Wei Yuan.

Divine means Cao Qingyang and the others were in the storm, shivering.

“Pfft.”

Some didn’t hold out and fell to their knees in the storm, burying their heads low as if in penance or begging for forgiveness.

The martial artists of lower grades, one by one, all knelt down, not that they wanted to, but in front of the Heavenly Might, they could no longer straighten their knees.

Cao Qingyang and the other fourth grade martial artists didn’t kneel, but their bodies kept trembling as they struggled to hold on.

It’s impossible to win. In the hearts of the crowd, this thought flashed through.

Xu Yinluo’s myth of being undefeated had no prestige at all in the face of such a force.

Despair!

Despair surged from Xu Qi’an’s heart.

The heavy rain poured over his head like an endless stream of cold water, dousing his fighting spirit.

The wind whipped at his body as if urging him to hurry and escape.

The martial artist’s premonition of a crisis kicked in, and every cell frantically roared “Run!”.

Xu Qi’an only felt that he was not facing an enemy, but the entire heaven and earth.

At this moment, it was as if he had returned to the Jade Yang Pass, to the night when he had sat withered at the head of the city.

Beneath the city are 80,000 enemy troops, and behind them is Emperor Jeanne d’Arc.

Can’t see the future, can’t see a way out.

There is no retreat for the desperate!

He comprehended Jade Shatter in that environment.

“Buzz!”

The Zhen Guo Sword shook violently.

The Pacific Sword automatically detached itself from its owner’s hand and floated quietly to one side.

“Vastness!” He whispered.

Snort. All the pages burned, turning into a vast and righteous Qi, layered with protection.

With the wind and rain, the sky was dark, Xu Qi’an stood in mid-air, looking down at the god-like Rain Master.

“Nalan Tianlu, do you dare to bet your life with me!”

The deep and majestic roar was like thunder, echoing between heaven and earth.

PS: 5,500 words.